SilentHashira

Hello ! 

I didn't say this but thanks for following bro .

Broski u alive!?

Hey @everyone
          
          Small Poems With Deep, Lingering Echoes
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/411291205?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=SilentHashira

HEHE... I AM BACK BABY... IAM SO FUC*ING BACK
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/409939144?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=SilentHashira

Ahoy, ladies…
          
          Guess who just slipped back into the room like a plot twist you weren’t ready for :}
          
          No footsteps, no warning, just presence.
          
          Like a riddle whispered at midnight, half trouble, half charm :>
          
          Miss me?
          
          Or should I ask the better question…
          
          Who kept thinking about me even when I wasn’t here :3

Hi?
          Are u okay? You're not online nowadays 
          ⊂⁠(⁠・⁠﹏⁠・⁠⊂⁠)

Hope.
          
          What is it?
          
          Is it necessary to live or is it the thing that replaces a heart when it stops working?
          
          Where does it exist?
          
          Can it be found by tearing yourself open, by digging until there is nothing left?
          
          Or is it something that leaves quietly without a trace?
          
          People say it is the light that keeps a person alive.
          
          If that is true, then I have been gone for a long time.
          
          This body moves, speaks, responds.
          But it is only routine now.
          There is no center. No pull. No reason behind it.
          
          Just something that continues because it has not stopped yet.
          
          I do not want to be alone.
          But I am too tired to keep reaching for anything.
          
          I am afraid of being loved again.
          
          Not because I do not understand it.
          Because I do.
          And I know what it takes when it leaves.
          
          I still love you.
          
          That has not changed.
          It probably will not.
          
          But do not come back.
          
          There is nothing here for you anymore.
          
          Whatever this is, it is not a life you should step into.
          
          You were supposed to become my life.
          That was the direction everything was moving toward.
          
          It did not happen.
          
          So now I am left with something unfinished.
          Something that does not grow, does not end, just exists.
          
          What do I do with a life that never became what it was meant to be?
          
          Nothing.
          
          I leave it as it is.
          
          This is not something I am offering.
          There is no effort left to give.
          
          This is just where it ends.
          
          I give up.

I'm not feeling well, so I'm going on hiatus for a few days. Please don't message me for a while.

the corps diaries cover is SO GOOD!